The others were still staring in awe at what they were seeing, clearly not noticing the subtle differences in the sounds of the water splashing.

Shang Xiye had no choice but to solemnly remind everyone: "Don't be fooled by the scene before us. We have probably entered an extremely sophisticated illusion. If this place is truly a divine tomb, then this illusion is very likely set up by that supreme god."

An illusion created by the gods!

But what if this isn't just a simple illusion, but a god-level illusionary killing realm?

The joy on everyone's faces quickly faded, replaced by a deathly pallor, as white as snow.

“Yes, Master, you’re right. These cranes, white dragons, and divine beasts aren’t as peaceful and docile as they seem. If they target us, a mere flap of their wings or a wave of their claws could wipe us out,” Ghost Face roared in beast language.

Those present were all demonic beasts, so naturally they could understand beast language.

Hearing Ghost Face's words, they became even more tense, as if facing a formidable enemy.

"What do we do now? Let's retreat and make further plans," Xue Bingling said earnestly, looking at Shang Xiye with obvious sympathy, clearly regarding him as her pillar of support.

Shang Xiye turned around and swung his longsword in the direction they had just entered.

The long sword hovered amidst the swirling celestial clouds behind him.

It hovered for a moment, then suddenly plummeted, and no matter how Shang Xiye tried to control it with her spiritual power, she could no longer establish contact with it.

It was as if this longsword was a stupid thing that was completely incompatible with spiritual power, and could not be driven by spiritual power at all.

Everyone who witnessed this scene was astonished.

People nearby put down their weapons and tried to make it fly, but they all failed.

Xue Bingling also tried to walk on air, but she was surprised to find that she could not take off!

"Is it impossible to fly here?" Xue Moqian was shocked. He looked at the sheer cliff beneath their feet, which was as if it had been cut by a knife on all sides, and his face turned ashen. "We are now trapped on this cliff. Let alone leaving, we can hardly move an inch!"

“Since that god has a past relationship with your Snow Fox Clan, he certainly wouldn’t leave you a desperate situation,” Shang Xiye said, his handsome brows furrowing slightly.

"But now we are indeed trapped in this small space. Are we going to jump off the cliff and gamble with our lives?" The great demon of the Wind Wolf Clan, depressed, couldn't help but speak with a hint of impoliteness and venting his anger.

"You scoundrel, why are you taking your anger out on my master? If you're so capable, why don't you go and do it yourself? My master doesn't owe you anything!" Ghost Face immediately retorted, clearly displeased. He wouldn't even dare to truly confront his master, so how could he let some scoundrel from outside bully him?

In this situation, with life and death at stake, Shang Xiye couldn't be bothered to care about such trivial matters of honor and disgrace.

However, he did take a serious look at the wolf demon and made a mental note of it.

Without speaking, Shang Xiye continued to ponder feasible solutions.

Although the wolf demon is suppressed by the Ghost Face's bloodline, the Ghost Face has not yet fully grown. If things get serious, the wolf demon still has a great chance of winning.

So the wolf demon wasn't too intimidated by the ghost mask at this moment, and retorted, "Didn't you suggest coming to this divine tomb to find a way to survive? We've only just entered, and you've already led everyone into a desperate situation. Shouldn't I complain a little? You say I'm no good, but do you think you are?"

"Hey! This guy has a short temper!" Provoked by the wolf demon, Ghost Face became furious: "Er Gouzi, who the hell do you think you are? I'll really show you today, open your dog eyes and take a good look!"

Having said that, Ghost Face leaped off the cliff!

Shang Xiye exclaimed, "Ghost Face!" and only managed to touch the tip of its tail with her outstretched hand.